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meine Mutter unterrichtete mich daß jede Nacht
einmal dieser weiche Rasen
Hinausschieben, vainly kämpfend
zweifellos erinnere mich ich noch
die Luft ist von Dämmerung und Frühling voll
ängstlich nicht mehr, sage ich
wenn ich zurück zu Masse gehe
und breakethbrot nicht mehr
Bruder, bin ich Feuer
er kam mich durch die Hand nehmen
in ihren zackigen regimentals
sehen Sie, sie zurückgehen
die hypocritic Tage
Liebe ist tausend Möglichkeiten gesungen worden

 



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